Video Jiggy Jake Gyllie de Aaron Chaparian 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aaron Chaparian - Jiggy Jake Gyllie Lyrics

Be kind
Rewind, take it back now
Hold up, pause the flick, that's right
Left click, don't blink, you just might miss this

I do my thing, chase a bag, break bread, then repeat
Fuck your clout, fuck your scene
I, Emperor Of Eighth Sea City
Piantini, thy vigilante

Watch your back, never trust a Mr. Blonde
You're degenerates, darkseekers
Reptilian fed politicians
All monsters disguised as sapiens

Past is the past, I suppress the wack, double-check my stack
Triple-smack you and your mans
No, you don't want no part in this
You fuckin' egghead

I spit my shit, fuck a snake bitch
You feds, you frauds, so adjacent
Likе a slasher flick but Harlem took Jason
I ain't De Niro, I'm a Goodfеlla, been with the shits

Fuck off, surf upon a swell of NPCs
Quadruple pupils, all I see is a herd of sheep
I spit my shit, you hip? IHOP
You're flapjacks, I'm flippin' the birds in the matrix
The bird is the word, can't copy my steez
Y'all be looking like government cheese

Potato potato, tomato tomato
Shit talkin' te mato, bitch, pass me the bottle
I don't give a fuck if you don't catch the motto
I'm off the Henny, you all pink moscato bitch
Take this fuckin' car and drive it in a ditch
Look at me, look at me, I'm a star
You would've thought you was Mia—

Look at me, look at me, I'm a star
You would've thought you was Mia Goth

Talkin' watagatapitusberry
You're outdated like a Curve Blackberry
I'm vengeance, you're the sidekick
Kick rocks, bitch

Momma said stay away from the madness
But I can't run away from the sadness
Dragged through the dirt, marathon, no mud race
$15K abogado beat the whole case
Rats in the trenches, make 'em freeze, fuck up out my space
Swerving, ducking, Donnie Darko bunnies
Jiggy Jake Gyllie
God eat dog eat all

You went blind just believin' in (Who)
Que lo que loco primo P, tell 'em what's good
You cloned media, cultist, clout-chasing piece of shit
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Why would I sell my soul for y'all?
Soulless, old dementors, fuck y'all
Fuck an industry leech, okay, okay
This is the mark of Piantini
I Am Legend zombies, New York City's Fresh Prince

Crazy in love's just crazy
(Feeding her lines, telling her lies)
When the love is gone
(Blows my mind, where's the time?)
What's worse than the story?
(The drugs, the money is where it all just starts)
You're happily ever after gone

Diablo
Oof
Yeah
Who, who, who, who
Who, who, who, uagh
The cremator, strapped heavily
Drug addicted memories
Buck 50 straight to your grill
Toma, let the blood spill
I'm gonna, gonna (gonna)
Gonna kill you
I'm gonna, gonna (gonna)
Bury you
I'm gonna, gonna
Kill you
I'm gonna, gonna
Bury you
Oof